Notions coming from the mental notepad of IV by means of observation. You are liable to read anything, some tantalizing, some disagreeable, but always thoughtful and otherwise provoking. Check it or respect it.
I'm a journalist, Atlanta-born and Atlanta-bred who is instilled with a curious mind and a passion for sensibility and equity. Not equity in the accounting sense (though that doesn't hurt) but in the fairness sense. Not fairness in that everybody have equal statuses (communism) but in that they have equal opportunities in their commensurate fields. I've interviewed many people, many of whom many would consider stars. (That past sentence was tautologous.) In my short foray however, I've realized that the real stars are those whose existences are anonymous to the "outside" world. I imagine that everybody has these sorts of people in their lives who don't receive the recognition they deserve. No sweat though, we all have metamorphic powers.
